Interview de G. Amaral sur son nouveau livre
Sandra Felgueiras - 10.12.2009 - RTP1
traduit par Joana Morais
SF : How do you see the McCanns trip to Lisbon to be tomorrow present at the audience?
Locard's Truth - Préface pour "Le bâillon anglais"
Sandra Felgueiras - 10.12.2009 - RTP1
traduit par Joana Morais
Gonçalo
Amaral : The audience tomorrow may not happen.
Sandra
Felgueiras : It was Gonçalo Amaral who unraveled the veil on the news. The quarantine of his lawyer may lead the court to postpone the witnesses hearing requested by the former inspector to bring back to the market the banned book about which he writes now. To publish this book, exactly tomorrow, can't it be seen as a provocation?
GA : The book was not written now, I wrote it in September, 10 or 12 days after I was notified of the temporary injunction. When the book launching date was set, no one knew that tomorrow would take place a session in the scope of an opposition.
SF : How do you see the McCanns trip to Lisbon to be tomorrow present at the audience?
GA : I understand it as a form of pressure over the witnesses who are going to be heard. Additionally, as a form of pressure on the court itself.
SF
: With the absence of Gonçalo Amaral's lawyer tomorrow at the court hearing, the arrival of the McCanns today in Lisbon may be in vain. Nevertheless, even if it is postponed the mission of the civil court of Lisbon will always be to decide if the banning of this book [inset of the book 'Maddie, The Truth of the Lie'] is definite or not. For the McCanns, Gonçalo Amaral only published the book for financial reasons, which translates in the opening of a society to allegedly avoid paying 500 thousand Euros of old debts.
GA : I imagine so. There are debts and we are going to pay them with our patrimony, there is no doubt on that. However, I will never pay anything to the McCann couple. That is for sure. The procession is just beginning, between a lot will happen. We have no doubts that we will demand and ask for an award of damages for what we have suffered, my family and I.
SF
: Which results do you expect from the hearings that will end next week?
GA
:
I believe, and according to other jurists, that the book should be already in the market, since the interlocutory restraining injunction to the companies, like Guerra e Paz was dropped, because 30 days after that injunction was made there was no action. There is only an action against myself.
SF
: Confident in a favourable decision Gonçalo Amaral adds that after tomorrow the thesis that Maddie did die will be divulged, not by him for the reason that he is prohibited, but by many other voices.
GA : The witnesses that will now be heard are police officers who worked in the investigation, they are criminal investigator officers, and have the obligation to speak the truth.
SF
: And to speak the truth means to talk about the thesis that Gonçalo Amaral is now forbidden to talk about?
GA : To speak the truth it is something very simple. There is a book and there is a case file, there is a book that describes an investigation, and there is an investigation that is on that case file. Now, are there any differences? There are none. What is in the book is on the process.
SF
: And in the 'English Gag' as the new book is named, Gonçalo Amaral is indignated at a censorship, one that we only have memory from before the 25 of April [Carnation Revolution, 25th April 1974].
Locard's Truth - Préface pour "Le bâillon anglais"
Francisco Moita Flores - traduit par Astro
The following text is the translation of the Preface to Gonçalo Amaral's new book, "The English Gag". Titled "Locard's Truth", the preface is authored by Francisco Moita Flores, a former Polícia Judiciária inspector, now the Mayor of Santarém, and a renowned criminologist and author.
I read this outcry for freedom by Gonçalo Amaral at a time when the country wallows, and when I say the country, I say the politicians, some characters within the judiciary system supplying the pyrotechnical material for the fireworks that the media launch every day around the 'Face Oculta' process [major corruption scandal presently being investigated in Portugal]. And it is the greatest example of hypocrisy. Exactly the same newspapers, the same columnists, who in the name of respect for the parents' 'pain', in the name of respect for arguidos with no other coercion measure, practically imposed the end of any newscast about Maddie, they are exactly the same that, forgetting today what they had said yesterday, flog personalities from the areas of politics or economy with suspicions, half truths and hearsay, based on wiretaps that nobody knows, savagely destroying the character and honour of their targets.
Two weights and two measures. And now, after reading this painful, nostalgic, and yet brave book, following a temporary injunction against 'Maddie – The Truth of the Lie', accepted by a Portuguese court, I understand even better what I always understood: the McCann couple's strategy, since the first day of their media folklore, never had any other purpose: to discredit the Portuguese Justice, the Portuguese Police, and, fundamentally, Gonçalo Amaral, the man who knew the most, and still does, about what they did. And what they didn't.
Gonçalo Amaral is not a fictional character. He is the boldness of truth. He is the challenge of truth. Even if he doesn't fully know it. He knows what nobody else does, about Maddie's hidden destiny. And it's no use to try to conceal the sun with a sieve, which seems to be the child's parents' only obsession, because like Sherlock Holmes invariably replied to his unavoidable friend Dr. Watson, the method of deduction, applied to facts, as long as they are seen in connection, becomes elementary, even for the most stupid living beings, that if action A produced result B, if result B is coherent with consequence C, then A is related to C. It is elementary! Aristotle formulated this reasoning in the shape of syllogisms, Edmond Locard, the father of modern criminal investigation, recovered it to become the instrument of all investigation police forces worldwide, and the results are there.
Even CSI, written under the shape of future fiction, evokes Locard. He is the true God of criminal investigation. Without exception. Be it for the Portuguese PJ, the FBI, Scotland Yard. There is only one exception. It applies to all criminal cases except to the disappearance of Maddie. The exception. The divine exception which protects the parents to continue the farce. Since the beginning of the investigation. None of what has been explained by the hired 'detectives', none of what is related to the reconstruction of facts, more or less proved, none of what is advanced by the 'spin's', hired journalists, protective political chains, manages to resist the implacable evidential logic of Edmond Locard. The instrument which Gonçalo Amaral used. Nothing escapes it. Neither the 'moral' indignation, nor the silly piety, nor faith, nor propaganda, or any injunction, manages to trample over what life produces, as such, and Locard never ceased to be right. Just like Gonçalo Amaral. Just like all professional policemen who know, who are competent, who master the techniques of criminal investigation.
Gonçalo Amaral lives in the artlessness of the very best policemen. He believes that working so uninterestedly, in such an selfless way, where only the solution of the enigma matters, he didn't pay attention to the dark manoeuvres, he didn't realise that behind every column that was written against him, behind every indignant comment or editorial, behind every report that was serving the McCanns' sieve, a current of sinister associations and complicities was organising itself, which had nothing to do with the material truth, or the investigation into the mysterious disappearance. The ingenuity of those who love their job and deliver themselves to their profession in an unconditional way.
Gonçalo Amaral never realised that nothing was done, apart from him and his team, to solve the case. On the contrary. Everything was done, from propaganda to commissioned detectives, to screw up his case. Nothing else mattered.
And one just has to look at the results. After all the silences, after all the interviews, after all the 'reputed' detectives, after millions of euros, after the Pope's blessing, and his negation, after so many words, squeezed to the last drop, that what has been advanced since the day that the process ended was zero. ZERO! That is to say, everything was done to shut up Gonçalo Amaral. Nothing was done to discover the truth. And the abduction theory, now the injunction, just like all the other pieces of this farce, had only one goal, just one: to tell the world that the little girl's parents are saints and that the bad guy, the really bad guy, in this story is the policeman.
But Locard is right. Here and anywhere else in the world. And therefore, just like Galileo, Gonçalo Amaral is right. Even if it takes years (in Galileo's case it took centuries) to demonstrate that he is right. Despite all mystifications, all insinuations, all calumnies, all injunctions, the truth, the only truth, that remains to be discovered is the time at which everything happened and the destiny that befell the pitiful child.
There is no inquisition, no censorship, no rhetoric, no ridiculous staging of shamelessly moralist and lying statements, no falsehoods, no little pieties that can violate Locard. The most cruel of all investigators. The one to whom the entire world owes the discovery of the method that became indifferent to witness statement or confession. The Truth is there, even if others persist, and sanction it, as a Lie. The world of material truth, taken from laboratories, pulled from Aristotle's syllogisms, reconstructed with the methods of scientific police, has no pity for tears and no mercy for staging. Not even official censorship can silence what is built by life, the material testimonies, no matter how small, tear down the most staged and plentiful weeping.
It is certain that the process did not reach absolute conclusions. It is true. The formalism of the process imposes itself to the substance of evidence. But do not try to deceive yet another truth. Because it did not reach its end, but it went a long way. In another country, maybe it would have been enough for a condemnatory decision. Not here. There are no condemned. All are innocent. In the shape of law. Although those who carry out criminal investigations know that not a single law can change the entropy of life. Which is, after all, its greatest wealth which the poverty of norm never succeeds in capturing.
Two weights and two measures. And now, after reading this painful, nostalgic, and yet brave book, following a temporary injunction against 'Maddie – The Truth of the Lie', accepted by a Portuguese court, I understand even better what I always understood: the McCann couple's strategy, since the first day of their media folklore, never had any other purpose: to discredit the Portuguese Justice, the Portuguese Police, and, fundamentally, Gonçalo Amaral, the man who knew the most, and still does, about what they did. And what they didn't.
Gonçalo Amaral is not a fictional character. He is the boldness of truth. He is the challenge of truth. Even if he doesn't fully know it. He knows what nobody else does, about Maddie's hidden destiny. And it's no use to try to conceal the sun with a sieve, which seems to be the child's parents' only obsession, because like Sherlock Holmes invariably replied to his unavoidable friend Dr. Watson, the method of deduction, applied to facts, as long as they are seen in connection, becomes elementary, even for the most stupid living beings, that if action A produced result B, if result B is coherent with consequence C, then A is related to C. It is elementary! Aristotle formulated this reasoning in the shape of syllogisms, Edmond Locard, the father of modern criminal investigation, recovered it to become the instrument of all investigation police forces worldwide, and the results are there.
Even CSI, written under the shape of future fiction, evokes Locard. He is the true God of criminal investigation. Without exception. Be it for the Portuguese PJ, the FBI, Scotland Yard. There is only one exception. It applies to all criminal cases except to the disappearance of Maddie. The exception. The divine exception which protects the parents to continue the farce. Since the beginning of the investigation. None of what has been explained by the hired 'detectives', none of what is related to the reconstruction of facts, more or less proved, none of what is advanced by the 'spin's', hired journalists, protective political chains, manages to resist the implacable evidential logic of Edmond Locard. The instrument which Gonçalo Amaral used. Nothing escapes it. Neither the 'moral' indignation, nor the silly piety, nor faith, nor propaganda, or any injunction, manages to trample over what life produces, as such, and Locard never ceased to be right. Just like Gonçalo Amaral. Just like all professional policemen who know, who are competent, who master the techniques of criminal investigation.
Gonçalo Amaral lives in the artlessness of the very best policemen. He believes that working so uninterestedly, in such an selfless way, where only the solution of the enigma matters, he didn't pay attention to the dark manoeuvres, he didn't realise that behind every column that was written against him, behind every indignant comment or editorial, behind every report that was serving the McCanns' sieve, a current of sinister associations and complicities was organising itself, which had nothing to do with the material truth, or the investigation into the mysterious disappearance. The ingenuity of those who love their job and deliver themselves to their profession in an unconditional way.
Gonçalo Amaral never realised that nothing was done, apart from him and his team, to solve the case. On the contrary. Everything was done, from propaganda to commissioned detectives, to screw up his case. Nothing else mattered.
And one just has to look at the results. After all the silences, after all the interviews, after all the 'reputed' detectives, after millions of euros, after the Pope's blessing, and his negation, after so many words, squeezed to the last drop, that what has been advanced since the day that the process ended was zero. ZERO! That is to say, everything was done to shut up Gonçalo Amaral. Nothing was done to discover the truth. And the abduction theory, now the injunction, just like all the other pieces of this farce, had only one goal, just one: to tell the world that the little girl's parents are saints and that the bad guy, the really bad guy, in this story is the policeman.
But Locard is right. Here and anywhere else in the world. And therefore, just like Galileo, Gonçalo Amaral is right. Even if it takes years (in Galileo's case it took centuries) to demonstrate that he is right. Despite all mystifications, all insinuations, all calumnies, all injunctions, the truth, the only truth, that remains to be discovered is the time at which everything happened and the destiny that befell the pitiful child.
There is no inquisition, no censorship, no rhetoric, no ridiculous staging of shamelessly moralist and lying statements, no falsehoods, no little pieties that can violate Locard. The most cruel of all investigators. The one to whom the entire world owes the discovery of the method that became indifferent to witness statement or confession. The Truth is there, even if others persist, and sanction it, as a Lie. The world of material truth, taken from laboratories, pulled from Aristotle's syllogisms, reconstructed with the methods of scientific police, has no pity for tears and no mercy for staging. Not even official censorship can silence what is built by life, the material testimonies, no matter how small, tear down the most staged and plentiful weeping.
It is certain that the process did not reach absolute conclusions. It is true. The formalism of the process imposes itself to the substance of evidence. But do not try to deceive yet another truth. Because it did not reach its end, but it went a long way. In another country, maybe it would have been enough for a condemnatory decision. Not here. There are no condemned. All are innocent. In the shape of law. Although those who carry out criminal investigations know that not a single law can change the entropy of life. Which is, after all, its greatest wealth which the poverty of norm never succeeds in capturing.
